Rural Sports: A Georgic - Canto Ii. Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Now sporting muse draw in the flowing reins	A
Leave the clear streams a while for sunny plains	A
Should you the various arms and toils rehearse	B
And all the fisherman adorn thy verse	B
Should you the wide encircling net display	C
And in its spacious arch enclose the sea	D
Then haul the plunging load upon the land	E
And with the soale and turbot hide the sand	E
It would extend the growing theme too long	F
And tire the reader with the watery song	F
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Let the keen hunter from the chase refrain	G
Nor render all the ploughman's labour vain	G
When Ceres pours out plenty from her horn	H
And clothes the fields with golden ears of corn	H
New now ye reapers to your task repair	I
Haste save the product of the bounteous year	J
To the wide gathering hook long furrows yield	K
And rising sheaves extend through all the field	K
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Yet if for silvan sport thy bosom glow	L
Let thy feet greyhound urge his dying foe	L
With what delight the rapid course I view	M
How does my eye the circling race pursue	M
He snaps deceitful air with empty jaws	N
The subtle hare darts swift beneath his paws	N
She flies he stretches now with nimble bound	O
Eager he presses on but overshoots his ground	O
She turns he winds and soon regains the way	C
Then tears with goary mouth the screaming prey	C
What various sport does rural life afford	P
What unbought dainties heap the wholesome board	P
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Nor less the spaniel skilful to betray	C
Rewards the fowler with the feather'd prey	C
Soon as the lab'ring horse with swelling veins	A
Hath safely hous'd the farmer's doubtful gains	A
To sweet repast the unwary partridge flies	Q
With joy amid the scatter'd harvest lies	Q
Wandering in plenty danger he forgets	R
Nor dreads the slavery of entangling nets	R
The subtile dog scowrs with sagacious nose	S
Along the field and snuffs each breeze that blows	S
Against the wind he takes his prudent way	C
While the strong gale directs him to the prey	C
Now the warm scent assures the covey near	J
He treads with caution and he points with fear	J
Then lest some centry fowl the fraud descry	J
And bid his fellows from the danger fly	T
Close to the ground in expectation lies	Q
Till in the snare the fluttering covey rise	Q
Soon as the blushing light begins to spread	U
And glancing Phoebus gilds the mountain's head	U
His early flight the ill fated partridge takes	V
And quits the friendly shelter of the brakes	V
Or when the sun casts a declining ray	J
And drives his chariot down the western way	J
Let your obsequious ranger search around	O
Where yellow stubble withers on the ground	O
Nor will the roving spy direct in vain	G
But numerous coveys gratify thy pain	G
When the meridian sun contracts the shade	W
And frisking heifers seek the cooling shade	W
Or when the country floats with sudden rains	A
Or driving mists deface the moist'ned plains	A
In vain his toils the unskilful fowler tries	Q
While in thick woods the feeding partridge lies	Q
Nor must the sporting verse the gun forbear	J
But what's the fowler's be the muse's care	J
See how the well taught pointer leads the way	J
The scent grows warm he stops he springs the prey	J
The fluttering coveys from the stubble rise	Q
And on swift wing divide the sounding skies	Q
The scattering lead pursues the certain sight	X
And death in thunder overtakes their flight	X
Cool breathes the morning air and winter's hand	E
Spreads wide her hoary mantle o'er the land	E
Now to the copse thy lesser spaniel take	Y
Teach him to range the ditch and force the brake	Y
Now closest coverts can protect the game	Z
Hark the dog opens take thy certain aim	Z
The woodcock flutters how he wavering flies	Q
The wood resounds he wheels he drops he dies	Q
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The towering hawk let future poets sing	A2
Who terror bears upon his soaring wing	A2
Let them on high the frighted hern survey	J
And lofty numbers paint their airy fray	J
Nor shall the mounting lark the muse detain	G
That greets the morning with his early strain	G
When 'midst his song the twinkling glass betrays	B2
While from each angle flash the glancing rays	B2
And in the sun the transient colours blaze	B2
Bride lures the little warbler from the skies	Q
The light enamour'd bird deluded dies	Q
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But still the chase a pleasing task remains	A
The hound must open in these rural strains	A
Soon as Aurora drives away the night	X
And edges eastern clouds with rosy light	X
The healthy huntsman with the cheerful horn	H
Summons the dogs and greets the dappled morn	H
The jocund thunder wakes the enliven'd hounds	C2
They rouse from sleep and answer sounds for sounds	C2
Wide through the furzy field their rout they take	Y
Their bleeding bosoms force the thorny brake	Y
The dying game their smoking nostrils trace	D2
No bounding hedge obstructs their eager pace	D2
The distant mountains echo from afar	J
And hanging woods resound the flying war	J
The tuneful noise the sprightly courser hears	E2
Paws the green turf and pricks his trembling ears	F2
The slacken'd rein now gives him all his speed	G2
Back flies the rapid ground beneath the steed	G2
Hills dales and forests far behind remain	G
While the warm scent draws on the deep mouth'd train	G
Where shall the trembling hare a shelter find	H2
Hark death advances in each gust of wind	H2
New stratagems and doubling wiles she tries	Q
Now circling turns and now at large she flies	Q
Till spent at last she pants and heaves for breath	I2
Then lays her down and waits devouring death	I2
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But stay advent'rous muse hast thou the force	J2
To wind the twisted horn to guide the horse	J2
To keep thy seat unmov'd hast thou the skill	K2
O'er the high gate and down the headlong hill	K2
Canst thou the stag's laborious chase direct	L2
Or the strong fox through all his arts detect	L2
The theme demands a more experienc'd lay	J
Ye mighty hunters spare this weak essay	J
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Oh happy plains remote from war's alarms	M2
And all the ravages of hostile arms	M2
And happy shepherds who secure from fear	J
On open downs preserve your fleecy care	J
Whose spacious barns groan with increasing store	J
And whirling flails disjoint the cracking floor	J
No barbarous soldier bent on cruel spoil	N2
Spreads desolation o'er your fertile soil	N2
No trampling steed lays waste the ripen'd grain	G
Nor crackling fires devour the promis'd gain	G
No flaming beacons cast their blaze afar	J
The dreadful signal of invasive war	J
No trumpet's clangor wounds the mother's ear	J
And calls the lover from his swooning fair	J
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What happiness the rural maid attends	O2
In cheerful labour while each day she spends	O2
She gratefully receives what heaven has sent	P2
And rich in poverty enjoys content	P2
Such happiness and such unblemish'd fame	Z
Ne'er glad the bosom of the courtly dame	Z
She never feels the spleen's imagin'd pains	A
Nor melancholy stagnates in her veins	A
She never loses life in thoughtless ease	Q2
Nor on the velvet couch invites disease	Q2
Her home spun dress in simple neatness lies	Q
And for no glaring equipage she sighs	Q
Her reputation which is all her boast	R2
In a malicious visit ne'er was lost	S2
No midnight masquerade her beauty wears	T2
And health not paint the fading bloom repairs	T2
If love's soft passion warms her happy swain	G
An equal passion in her bosom reign	G
No home bred jars her quiet state control	U2
Nor watchful jealousy torments her soul	U2
With secret joy she sees her little race	D2
Hang on her breast and her small cottage grace	D2
The fleecy ball their little fingers cull	V2
Or from the spindle draw the length'ning wool	W2
Thus flow her hours with constant peace of mind	H2
Till age the latest thread of life unwind	H2
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Ye happy fields unknown to noise and strife	X2
The kind rewarders of industrious life	X2
Ye shady woods where once I used to rove	Y2
Alike indulgent to the muse and love	Z2
Ye murmuring streams that in meanders roll	U2
The sweet composers of the pensive soul	U2
Farewell The city calls me from your bowers	A3
Farewell amusing thoughts and peaceful hours	A3

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